bearhat
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the haiku marathon (part 7)
a house full of holes
the southerly wind creeps in
and rakes my numb bones -
the haiku marathon (part 6)
god get off my lawn
or i’ll turn the hose on you
my snake in eden -
my Spanish dream
As the light fades over the sea, the night will erupt with music and I, sun-smacked, barefoot and reckless, will spill down onto the sand from the door of the playa casa, to dance.
They say the roa… -
Little Red Riding Boots
We bury Sally in her shiny black shoes with the decorative white bows on the side, but every time I look at them I can’t help wondering what happened to her scuffed red boots. I don’t remember seein…
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the haiku marathon (part 5)
ice wind off the sea
winter scratches its long claws
down my shirtless back -
the haiku marathon (part 4)
beneath this cold hill
we are but bones, while above
the flowers grow stillhe drowns in a pond
choked with weeds and wild rushes
the ducks find him there -
the haiku marathon (part 3)
River of noise roars
The night is punctuated
With backfiring cars——-slinking home at dark
unnoticed by satellites
cat scratched my shadow -
the haiku marathon (part 2)
this tie weighs a tonne
silk lariat for my soul
by pierre cardin -
the haiku marathon (part 1)
So many soldiers
with nothing to do but dance
barefoot in the grass. -
shoebox scraps #2
let me emboss this surface with my troubled psyche,
scrawl my mind upon these pages with my chew-tipped pen,
etch paper with ink. -
a song
Carry me out upon the water,
Carry me down towards the sea,
Let me loose with red leaves falling,
Send my lover home to me.
Turn now seasons, turn for me.
##Someone fell besi…
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by the pricking of my thumbs... (part 1)
I still remember my first blood sacrifice. Dared by neighbourhood ruffians I was too eager to befriend, I found myself creeping under the muddy canvas flap of a crowded pavilion to spy on a travelling…
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sun-bleached self
“the sun bleeds colour from dark lives
robbing us of reason
and leaving us like cretins
to maunder in the street” -
crime scene
when you washed your hands
you left grease marks in the soap again
and murky suds around the basin rim.
the splattered water drops on the vanity mirror
mark your tendency to turn the taps on hard … -
the cafe
Lamps are dimmed, tassels dance exotically as a fan stirs the air and the chaise longue is so soft it almost purrs. The burp and sigh of its cushions emit the scent of old leather. Not far away, vinta…
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city brooding
by the time the tram docks at twenty past eight the incessant clack of its wheels and jostling of its overheated carriage has sent me half out of my head. i spill out into the night and make my way ea…
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sea wall
Come fluid beauty
Like liquid silk,
Hurl towards my rip-rap shore.
Dash yourself upon my thirsty rocks. -
oh starlight
oh starlight shine down sad upon these waters
to bring to my eyes shimmering sparks
winking throughout the night.
oh reflected glow of white melancholy moon
infuse my soul into the ocean,
carry m… -
kitchen
i don’t want to be a layer of fat
congealed in week old dirty pots left on the stove
or splattered on the laminate and scraped off with a spatula
like a piece of hardened wax.i want to be the h…
